Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.